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Sunday
Sep232018

Complementary Yellow

Early one evening last summer, wearing my beloved and billowy yellow 70s dress and vintage tan shoes, I walked to the theatre. My route took me through the Queen Victoria Gardens, and found myself walking upon a carpet of purple jacaranda blooms. From a distance it looked like a purple haze was covering the path – the effect is even more beautiful when seen upon a green lawn. And what a wonderful contrast to my yellow dress, for being opposite one another on a colour wheel, purple and yellow are complementary hues.

I’ve mentioned before that a yellow dress was one of my Holy Grails – not just any yellow, but this very rich shade – and after I found it on Etsy, it became one of my favourites. This dress has some rivals now however, for in the last year I have stumbled on quite a bonanza of yellow garments – more on these anon!

Photo: December 2017

Monday
Sep172018

Farewell My Golden Shoes

One pair of golden boots was found, another pair of golden shoes was lost – albeit quite a long time ago now as I unearthed these out of my archives of unpublished stories.

Though how I loved these soft suede wedges by Sole Society! I adored the goldenrod colour of course, and they were so comfortable and surprisingly easy to walk in. I really wore them to death, until the suede uppers developed some balding patches and dirty smudges, and the leather wedges became scraped at the toes.

As soon as shoes start looking shabby however, I become utterly ruthless. I photographed them in memory to happier times, and then I laid them to rest … in the bin. Farewell my golden shoes!

Photo: September 2014

Thursday
Sep132018

The Golden Boots I Didn’t Know I Needed

A few months ago I waltzed into one of my regular op shop haunts and no sooner than my eyes fell upon a pair of golden boots in the glass cabinet at the front of the store, where all the best treasures are usually kept, I was instantly seized with that well-known phenomenon: shoe lust. I adore Asian embroidery, in any form, and I immediately enquired about them.

One of the staff said, “I was just about the photograph those for our Facebook page!” I generously suggested she still could, but she laughed and shook her head. She must have divined that I fully intended to purchase them, for they were exactly what I was looking for. (That was the shoe lust talking.)

… I was instantly seized with that well-known phenomenon: shoe lust

She had told me the size, and although they were actually a size bigger than I would normally wear, I knew fabric shoes were often an iffy prospect, especially stiff satin. These were barely worn, and sure enough, they were a little loose though not so stiff after all, and with socks I decided they would be fine. The brand is Sofree, which seems to originate from Asia, possibly Korea, although I can’t find much on them googling.

The first time I wore them I chose a day I was sure it would not rain, and pranced out into the sunshine with them. Not five minutes after I left my house, a passing cyclist exclaimed in delight at the sight of them. Validation!

Some shoes you just have to have, even if you don’t need them.

Photo: This week

Monday
Sep102018

The Tale of the Jaw-Dropping Hat

A while back I was browsing in a vintage bazaar in Melbourne, whiling away some time pleasantly on a Sunday afternoon, when I spotted an amazing vintage hat locked away in a cabinet. Fortunately a member of the floor staff was zealously guarding that room against my possible depredations, so I was able to ask for some assistance.

“Is it possible to try on a hat from the cabinet?” I asked. It was, but the hats in that cabinet were very expensive, I was pompously informed. I haughtily raised my chin and sent the woman scurrying for a key. A man stayed behind on guard. 

It took some doing for the hat to be extracted from the cabinet. If it, and the room, were any more stuffed, they would explode spontaneously. Tenderly it was handed to me and I examined it at my leisure. It was a 1950s hat encrusted with pansies and had a little branch of them climbing into the air. It was extraordinary, and I had never seen anything like it. The price was also extraordinary: $450!! You must be joking. I am a very experienced hat shopper, and while it was very unusual, it was not worth that price, I instantly decided.

It was extraordinary, and I had never seen anything like it. The price was also extraordinary: $450!!

Nevertheless, I tried it on and asked the hovering attendant if she could please take my photo. She immediately acceded, agreeing that I had to ask my friends’ opinions before I bought it. (I laughed inwardly. All my friends, I was sure, would slap my face to bring me to my senses if I so much as considered purchasing this overpriced hat. I mean, a Schiaparelli maybe, but some random New York label? No.)

I returned the hat unregretfully, and determined that I would find AN EVEN BETTER HAT at a REASONABLE PRICE and then I would swan into the bazaar wearing it and watch those attendants’ jaws hit the floor.

And, dear Snapettes, I HAVE FOUND THE HAT, only remains for me to do my swanning.

I purchased this jaw-dropping yellow straw 1940s number from The Golden Age of Vintage, a Los Angeles-based seller that I found on Instagram. (Actually she found me, because she was interested in purchasing one of my own hats, which sadly for her was not for sale.) I ended up buying not one, but three hats from her, and a pair of golden Lilly Daché 40s gloves that I stupidly did not wear in this photo as they match perfectly. The sum total for all this, including postage, was far, far less than the price of the original hat. WINNING.

This hat outscores the previous hat on every count: it’s 1940s, which is my favourite era for hats …

But I digress. This hat outscores the previous hat on every count: it’s 1940s, which is my favourite era for hats; it’s yellow; it also has pansies that climb off on a tangent – on a strap that clasps the chin, which I have never before seen; it has a veil made of dark green patterned netting. It does not have a label, but it does not need one, DOES IT?

I REST MY CASE.

I am going to go lie down now, and you can have another look at the hat, from the front angle this time.

Photos: Today

Monday
Sep032018

Yellow is for Summer

Here are Rapunzel and I doing our Christmas gift shopping at the night market at Queen Victoria Market, in December 2016. We both wore yellow completely by happy chance. I had come straight from work and am wearing the same 1970s dress as in the previous story, while my friend is sporting a yellow t-shirt. We look pretty pleased with ourselves! Yellow seems particularly perfect for summer, doesn’t it?

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